A man had been shipwrecked on a desert island for a number of years. Finally, one day a ship came, right as he was cooking coconut stew for the umpteenth time…

The captain came to shore, greeted the man, but looked around expectantly.

“What are you looking for?” the castaway asked.

“Well, I see three huts, but I only see one person! Where is everyone else?”

“There’s just me,” the man said.

“But, three huts?”

“Well that one with the smoke coming out of the hole in the ceiling is my home,” the castaway said, proudly.

“How about that one?” the captain asked, pointed to the next hut.

“That’s where I go to church,” was the answer.

“And that one?” the captain asked, pointing to the last hut.

“Oh,” said the castaway, “that’s where I used to go to church.”